Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 208 The anti-bone boy’s press release goes to the banquet

Shek Tong Tsui, dog fighting betting center.

A black Ford sedan drove slowly and stopped at the door.

Lan Zaiming's eyes lit up, he took two quick steps, came to the car, opened the door, and respectfully stepped aside to let the people inside get out.

"Brother Ma."

"Who are you? Don't scream."

The bloated Ma Shaolin got out of the car and looked at the bad boy in front of him with his small eyes, his expression calm and intimidating.

The smile on Lan Zaiming's face remained unchanged, and his posture was very low.

"My bastard Ming, we have met before, but Brother Ma doesn't recognize me? This morning I brought my brothers to seek refuge with Brother Ma, and Brother Ma has agreed to take me in."

Ma Shaolin frowned calmly.

As Da Biao's Ma Zai, he naturally knew Lan Zaiming, but he didn't want to talk to him.

"Where's Ahao?"

Lan Zaiming quickly answered: "Brother Xiao Ma is in the office."

Ma Shaolin didn't even say a word. He closed the car door and walked towards the betting station without looking at Zai Ming.

The bad guy looked at Ma Shaolin's back and lit a cigarette for himself with an ugly expression.

However, he was not too worried. Ma Shihao had already accepted him. Ma Shihao, who was eager to win over people, would not go back on his word and drive him away.

After entering the betting station and striding to the office, Ma Shaolin opened the door and looked at Ma Shihao sitting on the chair, frowning and said:

"Ah Hao, what's going on with that bad guy Ming outside?"

Of course Ma Shihao could hear the dissatisfaction in his elder brother's tone, and he smiled nonchalantly:

"Tell him, I collected it this morning. He is very discerning and clever."

Ma Shaolin closed the door, walked around the desk, and sat down on the chair.

"I really don't understand, why would you accept this guy? Don't you know he is Uncle Biao's man?"

"I know."

Ma Shihao nodded, stood up and came forward with a smile.

He handed a cigarette to Ma Shaolin, lit it for him, lit another one for himself, spread his hands and continued:

"Brother, don't you usually say that multiple friends are better than multiple enemies? You see, if I recruit a few more people, I'll just have a few more people to do things. What's wrong with that?"

Ma Shaolin blew out a puff of cigarette smoke and said sincerely:

"Of course it's not good. I think that kid will definitely be an enemy in the future. You see how rebellious he is. Ah Hao, he's feeding a tiger into trouble! I don't agree with this."

"Brother, your worries are unfounded and are too exaggerated."

Ma Shihao shook his head and laughed:

"Are you still raising tigers? That bad guy Ming is just a dog at most. His master tells him to bark if he wants and beat him if he wants. All he needs to do is give him food. I think he is a smart man and should know what to do."

"There are so many people in Hong Kong who want to get rich by using different names. Why accept such people? Do you know what a rebel is? That kid can betray Uncle Biao once, and he can betray us the second time. Do you understand?"

Ma Shaolin's face didn't look good.

What people with mixed prefixes dislike the most are these rebels.

"If that kid dares to betray me, I will let him die!"

Ma Shihao's eyes widened and he said angrily.

He had his own considerations, and accepting people like Bad Zai Ming was also to weaken Da Biao's strength.

Strike first to gain the upper hand.

In his opinion, no matter what he does, his eldest brother always thinks over and over again. He is slower than others in everything. He also has scruples about whether to annex Da Biao's territory.

But Xihuan is so big, if they don’t take action, Da Biao will not be able to help it.

Ma Shaolin stopped talking this time. He just stared at Ma Shihao who had his own way, sighed, lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette.

"Brother, don't worry, I won't leave the business to him, I will just let him be a gangster and I will never let this happen."

Ma Shihao patted Ma Shaolin's shoulder and softened his tone.

Before he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

He said a little impatiently:

"Come in."

A forty-nine boy walked in quickly.

"Brother, the bad boy was taken away by the police."

Ma Shihao turned to look at him: "What's going on?"

"It's about the policeman Zhu Zishen. He played a few games at Lan Zaiming's gambling stall last night. The policemen said they would take him to the police station for questioning."

"Okay, I get it."

Ma Shihao waved his hand and motioned for the other party to go out.

When the door was closed, he curled his lips and complained:

"It's true that these guys have been here several times. What clues can we get from the questioning? Regarding Zhu Zishen's virtue, what's missing? He might have been killed."

Ma Shaolin gave him a sideways glance: "If it's none of our business, just say a few words. You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing."

"That's what it is."

Ma Shihao muttered.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he whispered:

"By the way, brother, Liu Changquan deliberately arrested Wu Shihao for Li An. Last night during dinner, Sir Ren said that Li Zhengtao from Shanghuan had a falling out with Liu Changquan because of this matter, and that Zhu Zishen was Liu Changquan's man. You said that the other party was missing and Does Ang Lee have anything to do with it?"

Ma Shaolin waved his hand to interrupt him dissatisfied.

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to meddle in other people's business?"

"Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore. I'll go to the gambling stall next door to take a look."

In the teahouse, Li An and Sun Liwen sat across from each other.

Sun Liwen held a pen, and as Li An spoke, he lowered his head and quickly recorded on the paper.

For a long time, until Li An finished recounting the so-called dirty information, he paused his pen and looked at Li An with inquiring eyes:

"I wonder how Mr. Li wants to criticize Liu Changquan?"

Li An took a sip of tea and moistened his throat:

“Of course it’s to elicit a reaction from the public, and the bigger the better.”

“If this is all there is to it, the response will not be huge if it is published.”

Sun Liwen put down the pen in his hand and shook his head.

There is certainly no problem in writing a press release to satirize and criticize Liu Changquan.

However, many of the black materials provided by Ang Lee have no direct evidence and can only be attacked by insinuations.

Just because Liu Changquan accepted bribes and his wealth does not match his income is not enough to draw the other party into trouble.

Citizens all know that you need to be careful when dealing with the police, otherwise they will try to make things difficult for you as much as possible within their capabilities, and may even turn black into white, and the plaintiff becomes the defendant.

Even if you go to see a doctor, the doctor will be perfunctory if you don't give him any treatment. The fire department came to put out the fire and arrived at the scene. If no one paid the 'opening fee', they would rather watch the fire burn the house to the ground.

Carrying red envelopes to pass five levels and defeat six generals has become a way of life for citizens, as common as breathing.

"What if we add these?"

Li An handed over the document in front of him.

Sun Liwen took the documents and opened them, only to realize that they were litigation documents.

"This is."

"Notarized litigation documents can ensure their legality and reliability. The court has also accepted these two cases. Torture to extract confessions and frame-up are enough for citizens to criticize him verbally."

Li An took a sip of tea from the table and motioned to Sun Liwen to take a look.

In this era, job-related crimes have gone crazy, with torture and confessions, unjust cases, and wrongful convictions everywhere.

Wu Shihao also dug out a lot of frame-ups from A Shen's mouth.

Ang Lee called Charlie early in the morning and asked him to go to the prison to meet the parties involved. After promising to help them file a lawsuit for free and ensuring that they would not suffer retaliation, two people were willing to accuse Liu Changquan of instructing his police officers to frame him.

Putting Liu Chang on the fire with a bland press release will not solve the problem.

Through the pressure of public opinion, it is Ang Lee's goal to remove Liu Changquan from his post.

While Li An drank two cups of tea, Sun Liwen also read the two lawsuit documents.

He put down the documents, exhaled, and muttered: "With these two lawsuits, there is no problem in criticizing Liu Changquan."

Li An shook his head: "It's not just Liu Changquan."

Sun Liwen was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Who else is Mr. Li going to criticize?"

"John!"

Li An said softly.

"John, who is it?"

"Senior Superintendent of Western District Police Station, Liu Changquan's boss."

Sun Liwen just thought for a moment and understood the meaning of Li An's words:

"You are trying to put pressure on the other party by satirizing Superintendent John."

"Yes, it is not only necessary to be satirical, but also to strongly attack the superintendent's inaction, which will lead to the emergence of a detective like Liu Changquan in the Western District Police Station."

Sun Liwen's eyes lit up: "This is more effective than directly condemning Liu Changquan."

"There is also Liu Changquan's lover, who owns luxury cars and real estate. These negative news can also be widely reported."

Li An added.

In the 1960s, the detective's monthly salary was 300 yuan. It was almost impossible to buy a luxury car worth more than 40,000 yuan, raise a wife, and buy real estate with this little money.

Although these two cases have only been accepted and have not yet gone to trial, as long as newspapers exaggerate them and citizens see the unclean Liu Changquan in the newspapers, public opinion will definitely be one-sided.

Then he used the opportunity to sarcastically attack John, the ghost superintendent.

Even if Liu Changquan shirks his responsibility, under the pressure of public opinion, John will definitely be furious and there is a high probability that he will directly remove Liu Changquan from his position as Inspector.

Sun Liwen nodded:

"no problem."

Li An made Sun Liwen a cup of tea:

"In fact, news also needs gimmicks. It can be exaggerated appropriately. As long as the facts are not distorted, it is irrelevant, and citizens are more willing to read it."

Sun Liwen heard the implication of Li An's words and said:

"Don't worry about this."

"Then please leave it to Editor Sun."

"Mr. Li, you're too polite."

Sun Liwen drank all the tea and stood up:

"I still need to report to the agency to rush for a press release, so I'll take the first step. Mr. Li, if you need anything, call me."

Li An stood up and saw him off.

"Stay."

Sun Liwen cupped his hands.

"Goodbye Editor Sun."

After bidding farewell to Sun Liwen, Li An didn't stay long and left after paying for tea.

After leaving the teahouse, Li An walked towards Pingzhi who was parked on the side of the road, opened the door, and found Huaman sitting in the passenger seat.

"Don't you want to go shopping for a while?"

"I thought you were almost done talking, so I came out."

With that said, Huaman handed over an exquisite brown leather wallet.

"When I went to the clothing store just now, I bought you a wallet. Do you like it?"

Li An took the wallet in his hand and looked at it:

“Pretty good.”

The smile on Huaman's face brightened.

"Where to go first?"

Li An put his wallet in his trouser pocket and started the car while asking.

Huaman thought for a while and said, "Kowloon Tong."

"it is good."

Li An nodded and the car sped away.

The six shops that Hua Manxiang had chosen have been taken down and she wanted him to take a look.

After accompanying Hua Man to look at the shops, after dinner, and sending Hua Man back to the Walled City, Li An headed to Tsim Sha Tsui without stopping.

Last night, Ang Lee received a call from Lei Luo, inviting him to come to Tsim Sha Tsui for a banquet tonight.

When Li An drove to Nathan Road where Longxing Restaurant is located, it was already 7:40 pm.

Nathan Road almost runs through the entire central area of ​​Kowloon. It is lined with shops and signboards. When it is lit up at night, the neon lights all over the street look even more prosperous.

"welcome!"

The waiter at the door bowed politely.

Li An smiled back and walked into the restaurant with the gift.

"Mr. Lee."

Lardboy, who was used to wearing short-sleeved shirts in the past, rarely put on a formal suit. When he saw Li An entering the hall, he walked over quickly with a bright face.

"Brother Luo is entertaining guests upstairs. I'll take you up."

Li An stopped Lardboy:

"No need to go to such trouble, I can just go up by myself."

Walking along the red carpet-covered stairs to the second floor, you will see a large and luxurious space in front of you. Most of the tables in the hall are already filled with guests. There is a buzz of people drinking and drinking, and the gorgeous crystal chandeliers on the ceiling reflect the reflection. Produce colorful light.

Compared to Zhou Sheng's promotion banquet, more guests came to Lei Luo to congratulate him.

Obviously, Lei Luo hooked up with Sir Zhou and was transferred to the detective position in Tsim Sha Tsui, a big oily area. It can be said that his status has risen.

Lei Luo was entertaining the guests who came upstairs.

Li An stepped over and handed over the pure gold Pixiu in his hand.

"Detective Lei, congratulations! This is a gift for you."

"Thank you."

Lei Luo took the gift in his hand. At this time, another guest came upstairs. He smiled apologetically:

"The reception is not good, please take a seat first."

"You're welcome."

Lei Luo handed the gift in his hand to the waiter on the side and greeted the guests upstairs.

Li An looked around and walked inside.

Zhou Sheng, who was sitting at the table, saw Li An, stood up and waved to him:

"Lee An, here."

As soon as Zhou Sheng spoke, Liu Changquan, who was wearing a suit and chatting with someone at the banquet table behind him, turned his head and looked over.

When Li An walked towards Zhou Sheng, he met Liu Changquan's eyes that were full of fire.

He didn't care and came to Zhou Sheng's side.

"Brother Sheng."

At this time, there were three or four guests sitting around the table. Zhou Sheng drank some wine and looked a little flushed.

After he motioned for Li An to sit down, he introduced to the four people at the table:

"This is my brother, Ang Lee."

Liu Changquan, who was sitting on the other side of the table, hesitated for a moment, apologized to the guest he was chatting with, then stood up and came to Zhou Sheng's table, pulled out a chair and sat opposite Li An.

Realizing that Liu Changquan seemed to be coming with bad intentions, Zhou Sheng's eyes darkened and he couldn't help but frown.

"Lee An."

"Liu Changquan, do you have a problem with me?"

Li An sounded cold as if he had just seen Liu Changquan.

(End of this chapter)